Chapter 14
None of his texts were being answered, or even read. Scooter turned the music up loud enough that he couldn’t hear himself think, which was good, because nothing he was thinking was worth listening to anyway. He texted Kat and Andy again, then dragged the cleaning bucket and a couple of trash bags out from under the kitchen sink and set about doing the only thing he could focus on.
His mom’s bathroom. He could do that much.
Andy was right; the hall shower which he’d shared with Jason for most of their teenage years was Spartan, utilitarian, and in less than fantastic shape. The only thing worse was the tiny, closet-sized shower stall in the apartment over the garage. The apartment that Dad had built to try to tempt Mace into coming home. It hadn’t worked. She’d never moved he
